S3LC0
@s3lc0.bsky.social
Making manips / edits , into hypno, robot, time freeze, statues all that stuff. Even down to make stories!
Pierre Gasly stepped out of his team motorhome at the Circuit of the Americas, the Austin sun beating down on the bustling paddock. (1/9)
October 19, 2025 at 8:18 AM
Pierre Gasly stepped out of his team motorhome at the Circuit of the Americas, the Austin sun beating down on the bustling paddock. (1/9)
In the sterile glow of a budget motel bathroom off Route 66, Connor was the picture of rugged charm, a 27-year-old road tripper with tousled black hair, sharp jawline, and a body honed from hiking trails and pickup basketball. (1/7)
October 15, 2025 at 5:19 AM
In the sterile glow of a budget motel bathroom off Route 66, Connor was the picture of rugged charm, a 27-year-old road tripper with tousled black hair, sharp jawline, and a body honed from hiking trails and pickup basketball. (1/7)
In his steamy bathroom, Ryan, the epitome of straight masculinity, with his toned, furry frame and confident swagger, decided to unwind with a bath. His pal Alex, harboring secret crushes, suggested a hypnosis audio for "stress relief." (1/5)
October 14, 2025 at 5:40 AM
In his steamy bathroom, Ryan, the epitome of straight masculinity, with his toned, furry frame and confident swagger, decided to unwind with a bath. His pal Alex, harboring secret crushes, suggested a hypnosis audio for "stress relief." (1/5)
In the dimly lit 24-hour gym on the outskirts of Seattle, Luca was the undisputed alpha a 24 year old personal trainer with curly dark hair, smoldering brown eyes, and a body carved from relentless iron pumping sessions. (1/7)
October 13, 2025 at 7:47 AM
In the dimly lit 24-hour gym on the outskirts of Seattle, Luca was the undisputed alpha a 24 year old personal trainer with curly dark hair, smoldering brown eyes, and a body carved from relentless iron pumping sessions. (1/7)
It all kicked off with a late-night dive into S3LCO’s shady catalog, hidden behind VPNs and kink whispers, where neural sync androids steal celebs essence for your dirtiest dreams. Their crown jewel? The Live-Link chip, syncing bots to real vitals for an extra five figures. (1/6)
October 12, 2025 at 10:25 PM
It all kicked off with a late-night dive into S3LCO’s shady catalog, hidden behind VPNs and kink whispers, where neural sync androids steal celebs essence for your dirtiest dreams. Their crown jewel? The Live-Link chip, syncing bots to real vitals for an extra five figures. (1/6)
In the humid heat of Miami's beachside condo, Javier, a 25-year-old lifeguard with sun-bleached hair, emerald eyes, and a naturally hairy, ripped frame, loved urban legends. After a long shift, he crashed on his bed, discovering a beachcombed shell necklace rumored to "preserve beauty." (1/4)
October 11, 2025 at 9:04 AM
In the humid heat of Miami's beachside condo, Javier, a 25-year-old lifeguard with sun-bleached hair, emerald eyes, and a naturally hairy, ripped frame, loved urban legends. After a long shift, he crashed on his bed, discovering a beachcombed shell necklace rumored to "preserve beauty." (1/4)
You scroll through your feed late at night, and there he is, Nick, the ultimate straight bro fantasy. Tall, toned, with that chiseled jaw and messy blond hair, he's always been the guy who turns heads at the gym, bragging about his conquests with women. (1/7)
October 9, 2025 at 9:14 PM
You scroll through your feed late at night, and there he is, Nick, the ultimate straight bro fantasy. Tall, toned, with that chiseled jaw and messy blond hair, he's always been the guy who turns heads at the gym, bragging about his conquests with women. (1/7)
In the sun-drenched penthouse suite overlooking London's skyline, Ethan, a 28 year old fitness trainer and part-time model with piercing eyes, tousled blonde hair, and a ripped, hairy physique that turned heads everywhere, lounged shirtless after a steamy workout session. (1/6)
October 9, 2025 at 7:58 PM
In the sun-drenched penthouse suite overlooking London's skyline, Ethan, a 28 year old fitness trainer and part-time model with piercing eyes, tousled blonde hair, and a ripped, hairy physique that turned heads everywhere, lounged shirtless after a steamy workout session. (1/6)
Ethan, the campus heartthrob with tousled dark hair and a killer physique, loved pushing limits. Betting with roommate Marcus on a soccer match, he lost badly.
Penalty: wear Marcus's "cursed" medallion for a photo shoot. (1/4)
Penalty: wear Marcus's "cursed" medallion for a photo shoot. (1/4)
October 5, 2025 at 6:29 AM
Ethan, the campus heartthrob with tousled dark hair and a killer physique, loved pushing limits. Betting with roommate Marcus on a soccer match, he lost badly.
Penalty: wear Marcus's "cursed" medallion for a photo shoot. (1/4)
Penalty: wear Marcus's "cursed" medallion for a photo shoot. (1/4)
In the shadowy underbelly of London's ancient folklore, where soccer stardom meets forbidden enchantments, German heartthrob Kai Havertz, Arsenal's dynamic forward, crossed paths with Elias, a reclusive art collector with a penchant for the arcane. (1/6)
October 2, 2025 at 5:17 AM
In the shadowy underbelly of London's ancient folklore, where soccer stardom meets forbidden enchantments, German heartthrob Kai Havertz, Arsenal's dynamic forward, crossed paths with Elias, a reclusive art collector with a penchant for the arcane. (1/6)
Nathaniel was the epitome of straight-laced masculinity, a surfer dude with sun kissed blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a body sculpted from endless waves and gym sessions. He lived next door, always flashing that cocky grin while chatting up girls at beach parties. (1/7)
October 1, 2025 at 6:46 AM
Nathaniel was the epitome of straight-laced masculinity, a surfer dude with sun kissed blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a body sculpted from endless waves and gym sessions. He lived next door, always flashing that cocky grin while chatting up girls at beach parties. (1/7)
Once upon a time, in a quiet loft apartment, there was a guy named Alex, a total hottie with chiseled abs, a killer smile, and that effortless confidence that turned heads everywhere. He was the kind of dude who hit the gym religiously, flaunting his gains on social media like it was no big... (1/4)
October 1, 2025 at 5:35 AM
Once upon a time, in a quiet loft apartment, there was a guy named Alex, a total hottie with chiseled abs, a killer smile, and that effortless confidence that turned heads everywhere. He was the kind of dude who hit the gym religiously, flaunting his gains on social media like it was no big... (1/4)
Christian McCaffrey was there, his powerful body gleaming with sweat. His eyes glowed with a strange green hue, and he leaned forward slightly, as if poised to take off again at any moment. His gaze was fixed on something in the distance, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. (1/3)
November 27, 2024 at 1:18 PM
Christian McCaffrey was there, his powerful body gleaming with sweat. His eyes glowed with a strange green hue, and he leaned forward slightly, as if poised to take off again at any moment. His gaze was fixed on something in the distance, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. (1/3)
As he racked the weights, his body began to respond to the mysterious directive. He felt his muscles swell and his skin tighten, his cock growing hard as if by some unseen hand. The other gym-goers noticed his distraction, casting curious glances his way, but Brad was too entranced to care. (1/8)
November 26, 2024 at 4:47 AM
As he racked the weights, his body began to respond to the mysterious directive. He felt his muscles swell and his skin tighten, his cock growing hard as if by some unseen hand. The other gym-goers noticed his distraction, casting curious glances his way, but Brad was too entranced to care. (1/8)
It was a notification from Snapchat, and the sender's name caught his eye: Austin Mahone. Marcus had followed him for years, ever since the pop star's music had dominated the charts. He swiped open the app, expecting to see a behind the scene glimpse of a photoshoot or maybe a shirtless selfie (1/4)
November 25, 2024 at 5:54 AM
It was a notification from Snapchat, and the sender's name caught his eye: Austin Mahone. Marcus had followed him for years, ever since the pop star's music had dominated the charts. He swiped open the app, expecting to see a behind the scene glimpse of a photoshoot or maybe a shirtless selfie (1/4)
Suddenly, a peculiar heaviness began to settle in his limbs. Franco Colapinto slowed to a jog, puzzled by the sudden fatigue. His breath grew ragged, and his muscles protested every movement. (1/5)
November 25, 2024 at 4:58 AM
Suddenly, a peculiar heaviness began to settle in his limbs. Franco Colapinto slowed to a jog, puzzled by the sudden fatigue. His breath grew ragged, and his muscles protested every movement. (1/5)
As the duo cooled down, before the Las Vegas Grand Prix, stretching their muscles and sharing stories of past races, a peculiar feeling began to creep over Carlos Sainz. (1/4)
November 24, 2024 at 6:04 AM
As the duo cooled down, before the Las Vegas Grand Prix, stretching their muscles and sharing stories of past races, a peculiar feeling began to creep over Carlos Sainz. (1/4)
A little hypno comic @trystancolors.bsky.social made me and I thought I would share!
It’s of one of my many favorite soccer players Christian Pulisic!
It’s of one of my many favorite soccer players Christian Pulisic!
November 24, 2024 at 5:23 AM
A little hypno comic @trystancolors.bsky.social made me and I thought I would share!
It’s of one of my many favorite soccer players Christian Pulisic!
It’s of one of my many favorite soccer players Christian Pulisic!
Moses inspected the shower, his eyes scanning the pipes and fixtures with the precision of a hawk. From there, he heard the occasional grunt and clank of tools—the sweet symphony of someone who knew what they were doing. (1/9)
November 23, 2024 at 2:39 PM
Moses inspected the shower, his eyes scanning the pipes and fixtures with the precision of a hawk. From there, he heard the occasional grunt and clank of tools—the sweet symphony of someone who knew what they were doing. (1/9)
The mirrors reflected his nakedness, his muscles flexing and releasing to the silent symphony in his ears. The music grew still deeper, a seductive siren's call that beckoned him closer to the edge of something unexplored. (1/8)
November 23, 2024 at 12:44 PM
The mirrors reflected his nakedness, his muscles flexing and releasing to the silent symphony in his ears. The music grew still deeper, a seductive siren's call that beckoned him closer to the edge of something unexplored. (1/8)
Kit's vision blurred and his body grew rigid. He felt a strange, overwhelming sensation of powerlessness. His mind was no longer his own. The smile on his face grew wider, a droplet of saliva escaping the corner of his mouth. He was under someone else's control now, and he couldn't fight it. (1/4)
November 22, 2024 at 6:40 AM
Kit's vision blurred and his body grew rigid. He felt a strange, overwhelming sensation of powerlessness. His mind was no longer his own. The smile on his face grew wider, a droplet of saliva escaping the corner of his mouth. He was under someone else's control now, and he couldn't fight it. (1/4)
Axel lay sprawled on the floor, flushed and lost in a fervent act with a realistic toy, utterly oblivious to my presence. As he climaxed with a guttural grunt, his body went slack—only for the toy to pulse strangely, snapping Axel into a trancelike stare. (1/2)
November 21, 2024 at 5:43 AM
Axel lay sprawled on the floor, flushed and lost in a fervent act with a realistic toy, utterly oblivious to my presence. As he climaxed with a guttural grunt, his body went slack—only for the toy to pulse strangely, snapping Axel into a trancelike stare. (1/2)
Those jockstraps contained a miniature microchip that was designed to control my friend's behavior both on and off the soccer field. The chip had been programmed to make him susceptible to my every command, and before I knew it, my friend had become my personal sex slave. (REPOST)
November 20, 2024 at 12:51 PM
Those jockstraps contained a miniature microchip that was designed to control my friend's behavior both on and off the soccer field. The chip had been programmed to make him susceptible to my every command, and before I knew it, my friend had become my personal sex slave. (REPOST)
The door swung open and a figure stepped in, a sliver of light from the hallway cutting through the misty air. It was him. The man with the fiery hair and piercing gaze that had haunted Charlie's thoughts. (1/3)
November 19, 2024 at 9:11 PM
The door swung open and a figure stepped in, a sliver of light from the hallway cutting through the misty air. It was him. The man with the fiery hair and piercing gaze that had haunted Charlie's thoughts. (1/3)
The hours passed in a blur of poses and flashes, each one more daring than the last. He felt hypnotized by the rhythm of the camera, the way the photographer directed him with a flick of his wrist or the sharpness of his voice. (1/3)
November 19, 2024 at 6:30 AM
The hours passed in a blur of poses and flashes, each one more daring than the last. He felt hypnotized by the rhythm of the camera, the way the photographer directed him with a flick of his wrist or the sharpness of his voice. (1/3)